Chapter 995

"Look at this time comparison! Look at the result of this game! This is not luck, this is not chance! This is a thorough, all-around, suffocating suppression!"

"It seems my previous estimate was wrong—what Natsume possesses is not the 'dark horse talent' we thought, but... but a terrifying strength that is deep and bottomless, enough to shake the professional shogi world!"

Nanjo Maimai also completely lost her usual elegance and restraint, she covered her face with both hands, her eyes wide open, her voice trembling with disbelief:

"I... I don't know what to say... Honda Takashi, that proud, powerful professional 4-dan genius, actually... actually had no power to fight back in front of Natsume?"

"From the steadiness of the opening, to the passivity of the mid-game, and then to the final collapse... Natsume used his 'second-play' rhythm to weave an inescapable giant net for Honda! He not only won the game but also completely crushed his opponent psychologically!"

Inoue Miyabi nodded vigorously, taking over the conversation, his tone extremely solemn:

"Undoubtedly, after this battle, the name Natsume Chikage will no longer just be a 'dark horse'."

"He will officially enter the center of the vision of all professional players and all shogi tournament followers, becoming a super genius player who must be taken extremely seriously, or even... feared!"

Nanjo Maimai nodded heavily and said:

"Yes!"

"But here—let us also congratulate Natsume Chikage for his successful victory!"

"And thank him for bringing us this milestone victory that will be recorded in the history of the tournament, becoming the first player to advance to the seventh round the fastest!"

Spectator area.

Horikawa Kaori froze the moment the referee announced the winner.

Then she was extremely excited and agitated.

"Won... he really won... Natsume-kun won!"

"He's not lucky... he's really so amazing!"

"He can even crush a professional?"

"I underestimated him before, he is a true genius!!"

Fukuda Tsukasa looked dazed, his mouth open, unable to close it for a long time.

He listened to the commentator's excited, changing voice, looked at the glaring data comparison on the screen, and recalled the wretched look of Honda Takashi finally collapsing and knocking over the King...

"This is crazy..."

He finally just repeated this word, his face burning, as if all the words that didn't favor Natsume before had turned into invisible slaps on his own face.

"How can someone who doesn't participate in the Shogi Association... doesn't engage in duels with the strong, and has no mentor for review and guidance, easily reach the professional level?"

"What kind of genius is this..."

Furukawa Saio was jumping up and down, her little face flushed with excitement, pulling Furukawa Masahiro's sleeve:

"Grandpa! Grandpa look! Natsume big brother really won, and he taught the other party a lesson!"

Furukawa Masahiro stroked his beard and laughed, his eyes shining, full of relief and pride:

"Good, good, good, Natsume-kun's game was played delightfully! It has quite the style of my old self back then! Hahaha!"

Fukuda Yasuhiro, who was on the side, had a face that turned red and white, standing still as if struck by lightning.

He stared fixedly at Natsume Chikage's calm figure rising on the screen, and then looked at Honda Takashi, who was limp in the chair like mud, his brain buzzing.

"No... impossible... that guy Honda is a professional 4-dan... how could he lose... and lose so... ugly?"

He muttered to himself in a daze, all his previous "rational judgments" and "strength analysis" had now become the most ridiculous irony.

Furukawa Saio glanced at him and hummed triumphantly, but didn't mock him again, because all her heart and soul had been filled with the joy of victory and the worship of Natsume big brother.

Private Tsukikage Shogi Club.

In the activity room, time seemed to stand still for a second.

Immediately following—

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

Araki Jieai let out a scream that could flip the roof, she sprang up from her chair, hugged Yasui Ryouto next to her regardless, jumping and shouting.

"Won! Won won won! Natsume-kun won! He won that bastard Honda Takashi! Hahahahaha! Did you see it! Did you see that guy's look! So satisfying! So cool!!"

Yasui Ryouto was also infected by her, his face flushed with excitement, incoherent:

"My god... he really won!"

"And he won like this! Crushing! It was a complete crushing!"

But the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became.

How strong is this Natsume-kun... exactly?

He even took down a professional that he basically couldn't win against.

Teacher Nomura Tomohiro didn't lose his composure like the two students, but his eyes behind his glasses were shining with excitement, his lips trembling, finally turning into a long, trembling sigh.

"Good... good boy!"

He stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth, trying to suppress his surging emotions with reason, but his voice still betrayed him:

"No, this guy is just right for our Shogi Club!!"

"How can I get him to join?"

First-year Class B classroom.

Akita Sana was secretly watching the live broadcast during class.

When the victory announcement came, she was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth abruptly to prevent herself from screaming.

When she noticed the teacher's speechless glance, she also smiled sheepishly and lowered her head, very excited.

Won... Natsume-kun won... great... really great...

The heavy stone in her heart finally landed, replaced by boundless joy and pride.

She gave Kondo Mihi a message with trembling hands, her fingertips typing were trembling.

【Akita Sana: o(≧▽≦)o Mihi, just like you said, Natsume-kun really won, and he won in a crushing posture! I knew you were the one who knew him best, just as you predicted, he really created a miracle!】

Kondo Mihi in the classroom was also stunned the moment she received the message.

That cold and proud face seemed to have appeared with a clear crack for the first time.

No—this is a professional 4-dan, he actually won?!

Doesn't this mean... Natsume-kun's strength is also professional?

He is only sixteen years old.

Actually reached this point faster than the youngest 17-year-old professional player now?

Kondo Mihi's eyes flickered, looking at the text commentary of the match sent by Akita Sana, becoming more and more shocked.

That neighbor boy who grew up together and was always lazy and gentle actually defeated a powerful professional opponent in such a high-standard match, and in such an outrageous way?

Kondo family.

Kondo Miyuki was also very shocked after seeing this scene.

Then she was extremely excited.

"Hiroya-senpai... do you see it, your son is really amazing!"

"In the shogi you like the most, he actually reached the level you once longed for."

"Maybe... he can really fulfill your dream and become a title holder before the age of thirty."

Teacher's office.

When the referee announced Natsume Chikage's victory, Sakai Ziyuan was stunned, then stared at the boy's calm and waveless face on the screen with surprise for a full ten seconds.

"I really didn't expect... he actually won."

Xiao Jing Youcai was pleasantly surprised:

"Is Natsume-kun's shogi strength actually this amazing?"

"Hmph!" Teacher Yidong Yingzhi gave another heavy cold snort, but this time, there was less hatred for not living up to expectations in the snort, and more of a complex, awkward sense of shared honor.

"I'll give this kid... some credit."

"But what's the point of winning a pretentious game like shogi?"

"A real man should play baseball!"

Other teachers looked at each other, seeing shock and smiles in each other's eyes.

Obviously, they didn't expect Yidong Yingzhi's words to reverse so quickly.